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The summerwind anointing crestfallen souls

Disembody the voices, so piercing to Lamont

Apparitions cull the sleep unto violent defense

A shell hollowed by time and legend

Renovate the haunts from shadowy torments

Burden the living with mystic terrors

To add to the score – one more body, almost theirs

and one more mind, shattered for them.

The spirits wont rest

And the hostility of the father roars

with the bluster of summerwind

And one day, taken by lightning and fire

To where have all the restless gone?